i sometimes think about whether they remember where they have been.
they reach out to touch the moon.
it must be a long journey,
farther than the wind could ever carry
our human stories.
when the branches return,
they come back changed.
they never come back the same.
their limbs point out,
reaching for something they cannot name.
they reach out toward the stars
and the scattered bits of light.
they stretch into the darkness,
into old memories.
and when morning comes,
they are changed.
never quite the same.
their bare branches have witnessed something sacred,
they have brushed against the divine.
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Published by Jeremiah Ray
Jeremiah Ray is an interdisciplinary artist and writer living and working in coastal Maine. He holds an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. His visual artwork mirrors his life, characterized by ongoing exploration and discovery. During his formative years, Jeremiah traveled extensively, exploring languages and cultures to seek adventure and better understand himself. Jeremiah completed his MFA in studio art with a clear goal—to teach. He aimed to help others discover and refine their unique, personal language. He believes art surpasses verbal communication, and finding one's voice in a personal medium to express oneself nonverbally is both a significant challenge and a powerful skill. In 2016, Jeremiah was diagnosed with advanced testicular cancer. This diagnosis profoundly changed his perspective on art, both visual and written, reinforcing his belief that art is a universal language. Facing the emotional weight of his diagnosis, Jeremiah became aware that he often lacked the words to understand and share his experiences fully. During this difficult time, he focused on two fundamental questions: What does it mean to be vulnerable? And how can I communicate this to others? Guided by these questions, he has embarked on a personal journey of healing and self-exploration.
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